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Biscuits (featuring Trife) Lyrics

Artist: Ghostface Killah
Album: The Pretty Toney Album

(feat. Trife)

[Intro: Ghostface Killah]Yo... who the fuck brought me this chocolate shit, man?I said a banana nutriment, manYa'll heard the fuck I said... I gave you.I wrote it on the fuckin' paper, manYa'll muthafuckas always fuck around and forgettin' something and shitSmart dumb niggaz and shit, runnin' around here and shitYa'll niggaz need to wisen up, man, yo..Fuck that special ed, shit

[Ghostface Killah]I said Big O, hydro-face, pass me the sazone, it's onThere go son, tap out the hash boneHalf moon, he rock, three's fourth quarter lengthNo jewels, no rocks, it's not worth the spotlightHis gun tool, was a half a hillThat's a six digit slip behind five sticks, eatin' steel, fuck himWe gon' -- we gon' get our moneyIf he front, they gon' read about the rocks in his tummyMouth was red, socks was bloody, fuck all the talkin'Safety off and shit, crept out, "What up money? Freeze!"Don't move, turn around, act like James BrownAnd get down! Get slapped with the put downWasn't you the same clown? Uptown, yappin'I keep big Shirley on my side, so What's Happenin'?Try eatin' these shells, they non fatteningAfter you digest gat, I'mma stomp you bastardsSo take that.. blaow, blaow! Ghost, he still breathingBlaow, blaow! Anything after that it don't matterYour homies and your close relativesEven them nosy ass pigs'll get splatteredIt's the TH-EO-DORE, send me to Iraq I come back with don heatTeeth, less than a week, they be callin' meKeep with the fists, cuz I sure do cook when it's beef

[Trife]Yo, yo, niggaz ask why I use my glockCuz it's 2003, muthafucka, I refuse to boxI'm true to block, strip you for your shoes and socksRemove your watch, yo I'mma have to lose your topI'm from a place where chunkheads and zombies dwellAnd niggaz keep they heat blazin' like Bonzie WellsDon't ever talk to a nigga like I'm one of your kidsCuz I'll cock back the mag and pop one in your ribsSo homeboy, keep runnin' your jibs, I'mma run in your cribPistol whip you right in front of your wizMy nigga, that's how it is, I get it, just how I liveCuz me without a gun, is like Queens without the bridgeClassic cut, this is how a O.G. liveLamp in village, and still get heard with no spinsThis is Trife Diesel, New York's backbone, back homeBlack blown, it's Theodore, nigga, fuck your wack stones

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[Outro: Ghostface Killah]That's right, it's real!It's that muthafuckin' Theodore UnitNahwhatimean? Staten Island, live shit, y'allStraight up and down, nothin' but that cutthroat shitBlowin' niggaz back home, you know what I mean?I don't give a fuck... we could take it thereWhatever, peace, we got him niggaYeah, now I'mma strangle it thereNo doubt, it's real right now, muthafuckaYa'll niggaz done done it, fuck y'all yeahI'mma get the fuck outta this booth